you  go  into the  forest.   hear  a  noise   you call  out  whos   there, you turn around   to find  out  theres  nobody  there   you,  go  on  walking  past  the trees, you  look around, theres   no one there  to be found, you go on  walking  untill  you know  that  they,   will    be  found
poem   by
mike  mcdonnell